Quagmire Lyrics

Coaling

Flat tire on eighty-five

So cold we're barely alive

Buried

In the cemetery on the hill

Left the ampersands out of her will

Last week you told me it was getting hard

From dawn 'til done

They say it's a race but man, you don't have to run

Unchained

Thank you for the excuse

I've put it to good use

What time

Is the time to escape the doom?

Some say it's too late, others too soon

Yesterday you told me, "try to keep your head"

From dawn 'til done

They say it's a race but man, you don't have to run

Don't scream

No matter what you do

You just can't silence the depths of you

You call yourself my friend, well why'd you have to be so cold?

I shrugged, you won

Ain't no stopping it now there's nothing to be done